THE WILD THINGS
-Max
by Leigh Sullan
There’s One in All of Us. A while back, when our If we were together in the church studied a sermon series on same room, I would begin by as I do so many days a week at the library where I work. The book I would read to you would
band of wild creatures stirring in my own mind, urging me to enter into their land and wrestle with worries of beastly proportions; to story of a young, restless boy sent stand face to face with honesty like a collection of bad dreams, taller than forests. to his bedroom without dinner, but with sharp, yellow teeth. followed by his escape to a world Why is it that even when we illustrated monsters coincidentally know God is more than capable own mind, and a bowl of hot resembled his extended relatives, of wiping our slate clean, it can soup from his mother awaiting his my own Wild Things resembled a still feel near impossible to forgive safe return. myriad of past disappointments ourselves?
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